Anyone can be a saint I guess you just have to commit to being one. Well someone was a saint to me when we went to Las Vegas for vacations and we were having a great time until our car ran out of gasoline. So my dad and my uncle go off to get some gasoline to the nearest gasoline station. It was already a bit dark and we started to get worried because they had not come back after hours and hours. SO my mom called my dad and he did not pick up, it was probably because of bad signal. Then a few more hours pass and it is already dark enough that you couldnt see anything. So my mom tells us to go to sleep. It was a bit hard to go to sleep when you are worrying about your dad and uncle but then i eventually fell asleep. SO when we wake up the next morning they are still not here and then my mom checks the gas and realizes that the tank has some gasoline so she calls my dad and sees if my dad had put some gas but he says he didn’t and that he didn’t even go because he could not see at all. A saint to me was that person that put gas in my car when we were all scared. I did not even see his face or anything but i just know he is a saint to me.

My saint is somebody who would save a life in anyway possible. My mom Nancy is that person she always thinks about me in any life, shape or form.

A saint to me is someone who is always ther in good times and bad, someone who makes you smile when life is getting tough, someone who protects you and cares for you. To me, my friends are my saints. Whenever I’m having a bad day, they are always trying to make me laugh. They are always willing to take time out of their day to be with me. That is what a saint is to me.

         A few years ago i was in a car accident. The car in front of us got hit by the car in the next lane. Next thing i knew, a car was coming toward us then, crash! My Mom pushed the airbag away from her face, coughing, and made sure that my brother and i were out of the car. When we got out of the car  she put herself on the ground and laid her head down. When i saw her on the ground i couldn’t help but to scream out loud, ” SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP MY MOM!!!!”  over and over again. I let my tears run down to my cheeks. Then he came. I didn’t know who he was, or where he came from, but he stayed with us. He came to my side and said, “Come here, lets pray,” so i prayed with him, “…full of grace, the lord is with you.” i prayed with him until the ambulance came. When they finally came my brother, my mom, and i went into the ambulance. I turned around and i tried to look for him, but he wasn’t there. I didn’t know who he was, or where he went, but all i know was that a saint had just comforted me when i needed it. I believe that he was a saint and he was there for me.

A saint is someone who is unexpected.
A saint is someone who is helpful and careful.
Thy coma and then go.
They’re someone special to you or even a stranger.
They help you with no notice.
Saints are willing to give up anything for anyone.
Saints give comfort when needed,
or make you smile when its impossible.
When life is difficult,
they’re the ones who make it easier.
They can change you, change me,
or change the world.
So who is a saint to me?
My mom, my dad, my family,
my friends, everyone I know, and some I don’t
A saint can be anyone on this earth

My grandma was always a kind loving women. While my mom, my brother, and i lived at my grandma’s house in LA she had always been giving. About everyday an old poor man came to our house. that old man was named chuey and he was an addicted smoker and also a drinker. well everyday my grandma gave him food or if that old man had food but it was cold she would heat it up for him.my grandma also gave him money to buy food that he had in mind. besides being a man not being able to protect himself he was also considered a family friend. my grandma only wanted chuey to be taken care of and feeling good. other than that she didnt want anything in return.

A saint is someone who helps and asks for no reward in return. Once, when i was little, i was walking with my mom and sister out of a grocery store. My sister was crying and my mother was tyring to hold all the bags and my crying sister in her arms. Almost on the brink of crying, my mom was sudddenly greeted by a young woman she quickly asked my mom where the car was and took all the bags into her hands and helped my mom put the bags in the car. Then when my mother turned around to thank her, she dissapeared. She is truly a saint to me.

I lived in Vietnam
For quite some time
One by one they left
First it was us
But my grandfather prevented us from going
So then it was my oldest aunt who came first
Then my uncle
A few months later
We came for my education
Nowhere to stay
So my uncle shared his home with us
Lived there for a couple of weeks
Until a deadly phone call rang early one morning
We cried and bawled for the lost of my grandfather
He comforted us from the melancholy
My uncle did
He helped us find a place to live
One after the other
Came over everyday to help us remodel our house
Helped me in math, English, and science
Went to my parent-teacher conferences
And now that I’ve grown up
He doesn’t come over as much
But he still comes to help
When help is needed
My uncle does
By Daphne/Duyen

Smile
A saint, oh what is a saint to me?
There are two different ways to think of a saint.
One can a be in a religious way and another is your ordinary people that make you smile. When I think of the word saint a numerous amount of people pop into
my head. Some dead and some living. They all had an effected my life.
From grandparents, family, and friends. There are also my inspirations such as Big Bang,
Wonder Girls, and Super Junior, my favorite music bands. There are a few reasons
why they are the meaning of saints to me. They comfort, care, and love me.
One hug from a family member or a friends gets me going through
the day. When I hear a song from Big Bang or Super Junior it makes me forget
about the problems I’m facing. To me saint doesn’t need to do a heroic deed for me,
it’s just those simple things they do. This is what a saint to me is.

To me, my grandma would be a saint.  when i was first born i had stomach problems.  i could not hold my food in long enough for it to digest.  i had to stay in the hospital for two weeks, my grandma was there by my side every day.  She would be so impatient and always ask the nurse “Can i take my grandson home today.”  she would stick by my side no matter what.  I hardly ever knew my father, and my mother couldn’t take care of me so i moved in with my grandma.  She gave me shelter, food, and someone to care for me.  She always make sure that when it came to school, I tried my hardest and did my best.  Like I always used to say, no matter what she would always love me, that deep down in her heart I was her pride and soul.  To me my grandma is a guardian angel.

Who is a saint to me you may ask? Two saints to be exact who would probably be my mom and dad. That is because they take care of me, love me, and adopted me. My life wouldn’t be the same I could have been in a harder life in another place instead of here with and easier more kick-back life, also they have me go to school to learn and want me to have a good education. Also they let me get involved in a certain sport, which I enjoy, in fact I just got back from practice. So who is a saint to me? Now you know…

A saint to me is named Grandpa Tony.I didn’t get to see him often, but he brought out the best in me. When I had heard that he had lung cancer I was scared he would die. When I was younger my dad and him were always talking about good old times and were planning campingt and fishing trips for when he got over the lung cancer. But on November 16,2005 those trips were canceled. I will never forget him and he will always be in my families heart.

A saint to me is a person who makes you happy and asks nothing in return and helps you out. My friend Brianna Marsh always tried to make me happy. When it was Christmas she would give me a gift, when it was my birthday she would give me a gift, and sometimes she would just give me something because she felt like it. She is also a very kind person. She had given me many gifts throughout the five years I had been talking to her at one of my former schools, but she never had asked anything in return. I tried to get her something, but I never had time to. I now have been knowing her for 8 years now, but I don’t talk to her that much anymore. She is just one of the many saints that have helped me out in my life.

Do you know what a saint is?
Well, there is no exact definition to me but the closes thing to it is my mother
This very special woman earned this definition without a doubt
She earned this because she’s always there for me when I’m in need, kind of like a guardian angel
And she never asks for nothing in return
She gave me the most valuable thing I own, my life
And I can not ever return the favor
She does everything in her power to protect me and keep me sheltered and safe
I never pay her in return
She gives me food and tries to keep me content by giving me anything i ask for
I don’t think she’s a saint just because she gives me everything i want but because she is my everything and without her i would be nothing
I can never repay her and I don’t do what I know I can to show my gratitude  and she still loves me  and that’s why I believe this woman is truly my definition of a saint

A saint to me is someone who does something good for nothing in return. For the past year I had a saint living in my house. Her name was Linda Joy Moe she was also known as grandma. My grandma was diagnosed with cancer somewhere around January. Since she had no other place to live anymore she came to live with us. Even though every was sad she still was funny as she usually is and tries to brighten us up. She was starting to improve but then one day she went to the hospital and they told her that she wouldn’t live past the first of the year. Since they had stated that they sent her to go live in a hospice. We visited her often but she was getting weaker and weaker. Then one day January 15, 2009 she died. The day at funeral wasn’t that much fun either. The reason I said she was a saint is because even though we going through a sad time she would always try to make us laugh and as usual she succeeded. She acted if she wasn’t that sick sometimes she would get up and start cleaning  even though we told her it was alright and we would do it she said no it’s alright and kept on cleaning. She had a love for horses but had no money to buy one so she took my cousins to go look at the horses she had a horse that she had liked very much and before she was sick she used to help out with that horse so she called it her horse. My grandma went off to heaven and she says to meet her at strawberry cheesecake mountain.

An angel to me would be my grandmother. She has been with me for basically my whole life. When I was first born I had stomach problems and couldn’t hold my food in long enough to digest. I stayed in the hospital for two weeks, but my grandma was by my side the whole time. I hardly knew my father and my mother couldn’t take care of me, so I was given to my grandma. She fed me, bathed me, and gave me shelter. She would always make sure I would do my best on a test or on any project or homework assignment. that is why to me, my grandma is a saint. Matter of fact, she is my gaurdian angel, and I will always love her.

My father is a saint to me because when my mother died, he was the one who took care of me. My mother died from a deaseas called alcoholism. That left me to my dad, and my dad was by himself. My dad took great care of me and let me go to a day care that cost a lot of money. My father knew it was alot, but he forked up the money just so I can meet new friends. That was what a saint is to me.

papi says to be nice.

I be nice.

papi says to share.

I share.

papi says have fun.    

I have fun.

to papi I say “Thank you”

he asks why

I say for everything

papi turned me into what i am today and I thank him for it

He is my saint.

A saint to me is someone who is always there in good times and bad, someone who makes you smile when life is getting tough, someone who protects you and cares for you. To me, my friends are my saints. Whenever I’m having a bad day, they are always trying to make me laugh. They are always willing to take time out of their day to be with me. This is what a saint is to me.